Clary," he whispered. There was a thump, and she realized he had fallen to his kees by the side of her bed. She didn't move, but her body tightened. His voice was a whisper. "Clary, it's me. It's me.

The horse grunted softly. He had huge teeth, Clary noticed uneasily; each one the size of a Pez dispenser. She imagined those teeth sinking into her leg and thought of all the girls she'd known in middle school who'd wanted ponies of their own. She wondered if they were insane.

I figured all your classes were stuff like Slaughter 101 and Beheading for Beginners." Jace flipped a page. "Very funny, Fray.

The meek may inherit the earth, but at the moment it belongs to the conceited. Like me.

When Jace opened the greenhouse door, the scent hit Clary, soft as the padded blow of a cat's paw.

You ask a lot of questions, don't you?" "My brother always says curiosity is my besetting sin.

Oh, the universe had outdone herself. The universe would be send flowers.